Chapter 899 Revelry At the Capital (Part-2)

Chapter 899 Revelry At the Capital (Part-2)

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The impure thoughts invading Alexander regarding the mature woman only lasted an ephemeral second, for it was just the by-product of his lust speaking.

The man had not yet had the chance to relieve himself even a month after the ordeal and thus when faced with such a beautiful but defenseless victim, his primal instinct urged him to indulge

Imaginary flashes of what it would be like to have the woman under him, or atop him, or kneeling in front of him all subconsciously raced through Alexander's mind, as that pure, beautiful face standing in front of him changed to produce various more 'expressive' expressions.

And then he heard a small voice inside him entice him with menacing whispers such as,

"Take her! Her husband had lost to you. So by all accounts, she belongs to you."

"Remember! The greatest happiness of a man is to scatter one's enemy, to drive them before him, to see their cities reduced to ashes, to see those who love them shrouded in tears, and to gather into one's bosom their wives and daughters."

It was a poisonous thought, and seeing how the Queen's facade changed to a slightly pale color right in front of Alexander as the man kept staring at her, the man could tell the lady had likely figured out his thoughts.

After all, such a thing was not anything too unusual given the time period.

But in reality, Alexander would never force upon this defenseless woman.

Sure he might not be above using trickery to wile them into bed, but he never r@ped anyone.

However given the woman had already misunderstood him, Alexander doubted there was any good to resolve it.

Explaining to her likely would not work.

Thus Alexander could only quickly revert his gaze and distract her with a slightly taunting smirk,

"My lady, I see that you are not very happy to see me. Is that why you are wearing a black gown?"

He said this because in Tibias, the color black was seen as a very bad omen, typically associated with death, misfortune, and other inauspicious events.

While consequently. the opposite color- white, was celebrated as a divine color, symbolizing all things good and pure.

That was why the priests at the temple wore snow white robes.

It was because of such a dichotomy that other than a very few select groups of people, such as prisoners, nobody ever wore pure black in their everyday lives.

It was only worn in funerals and other such somber events.

Hence for the Queen to be wearing such a color seemed quite inappropriate.

Various local dishes and cuisines that were too many to list also made their presence, ones which many times Alexander did not even know what kind of food the item was until he tasted it.

And among all the new types of food, his favorite was definitely a type of red colored stew made with beetroot and deer meat.

It was sweet, spicy, and gammy at the same time.

Then, to help wash all these down came the various wines and mead, which flowed openly adding a warm and intoxicating element to the festivities.

Tibias was famous for its grapes and so the catalog of wines under its belt was truly enormous, their taste as varied as they were interesting.

The drinks present ranged from rich and velvety that sang as in entered the throat, to sweet, honeyed notes that seemed to enhance the sensory experience, to spicy dry toasts that perked oneself up, there was all, managing to create an atmosphere of conviviality and joy.

The attendees at the feast were also bedecked in resplendent attires of the time, reflecting the diversity and difference of culture between the various regions.

And yes there were people from many regions, not just two, since some of the high ranking Kaiser and Petricuno mercenaries were invited as well, as well as the Thesian contingent that was traveling with them.

Thus it could be clearly seen that while Zanzan men much preferred darker colored tunics such as dark blue and marsh green, the Tibians liked lighter and happier ones like yellow and orange.

The men from Thesos were a whole other story, as men from various city states had their own identities, forming a mishmash of all kinds of styles and preferences.

While the Kaiswer mercenaries wore their best and shiniest ceremonial armor.

The feast was of course not merely a banquet for the stomach but it was also a spectacle for the senses.

Minstrels, jugglers, and jesters had been all invited to perform there, entertaining the crowd with music, acrobatics, and witty performances.

The melodies of lutes and harps intertwined with the laughter of the revelers, while at some point there were even mock gladiatorial combats, where nobles and other officials showed off their martial skill, engaging in friendly and sometimes even showy duels and swordplay, demonstrating their prowess in the arts of war to the delight of the onlookers.

It was amidst this revelry that night descended and as a ceremonial bonfire was lit, Alexander decided to give a concluding speech,

"My victorious lords! This win is our win. What we did today will surely reverberate throughout the annals of history for a thousand years!"

"My newly defeated lords! Do not lament. For under me, you will prosper more than you could have ever dreamed before."

"I am like this bonfire... burning away all your past hardships and bringing in the dawn of a new era!"

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